Bound by Contract to the Alpha Chapter 93

Rebecca's POV

His words hit a sore spot. I had concealed Dylan's threats until the situation spiraled out of control. But was that really why he was sending me away?

"What about you?" I asked carefully, stirring my juice nervously, "Aren't you coming too?"

Dominic avoided my gaze. "I have pack business and company meetings. I'll be staying here."

He stood up, adjusting his tie. "Raymond will take you soon. You should pack."

Without waiting for my response, he turned and left the dining room, leaving me alone, feeling rejected and abandoned. Everything was happening too quickly, too suddenly, like a nightmare.

But when I recalled the last look Dominic gave me—that restrained pain and determination—I suddenly understood: he was tired of me. This was just the beginning, his first step to get rid of me. Once I left the villa, perhaps I would never be allowed to return.

Back in the room, I closed the door and let the tears fall silently. I once thought I had experienced the worst heartbreak when William betrayed me, but now I understood—that was merely a scratch on the surface. True heartbreak is when you fall deeply in love with someone you can never have, and they begin to push you away.

I took out my phone and saw Sofia had already texted to confirm today's plans. She sounded excited—clearly Dominic had arranged everything without telling me.

With trembling fingers, I replied to her message, trying to sound normal. But when I put down the phone, reality hit me again—Dominic was sending me away, and I was powerless to stop it.

I mechanically began packing, placing clothes and necessities into my suitcase. With each item I folded, my heart broke a little more. Was this the beginning of the end? Just weeks ago, I was suffering from William's betrayal, and now I found myself in a relationship that might prove even more painful.

After finishing, I sat on the edge of the bed, constantly checking my phone, hoping Dominic would text to explain everything, tell me it was all a misunderstanding. But the screen remained dark, reflecting only my own blurred image staring back at me.

I dragged myself downstairs with swollen eyes and my packed suitcase. I had barely slept, constantly wondering why Dominic had suddenly become so distant. Was it because I mentioned our contract? Or had his fascination with me simply worn off?

Raymond stood in the center of the foyer, immediately stepping forward to take my luggage when he saw me. "Good morning, Miss Brown."

"Where's Dominic?" I asked, looking around but seeing no sign of him.

"Mr. Sterling left for the office," Raymond answered, his tone professional but his eyes showing a hint of sympathy. "He asked me to ensure you and Miss Rodriguez arrive safely at the resort."

So he wouldn't even see me off. That realization cut like a sharp blade straight into my heart. I fought back tears, nodding silently.

Diana emerged from the kitchen holding an elegantly packed breakfast box. "For the journey," she said softly, handing it to me, her eyes reflecting understanding and compassion.

I accepted the box, my throat tight with unshed tears, only able to nod in thanks. I didn't trust my voice, afraid I would break down if I spoke.

Following Raymond out of the villa into the morning sunlight, I looked back one last time at the luxurious residence that had briefly been my sanctuary. I wondered if I would ever return. Perhaps when I came back from the resort, Dominic would politely inform me that our "contract" was over.

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Raymond drove Dominic's black Bentley smoothly toward the mountain resort. Sofia was already waiting inside, and when she saw me, she embraced me warmly but quickly noticed my swollen eyes.

"Oh my God, Rebecca, are you okay?" she asked quietly.

I forced a smile. "Just didn't sleep well, don't worry."

Sofia didn't seem convinced, but she was considerate enough not to press the issue in front of Raymond. Instead, she began enthusiastically discussing our destination.

"This resort's Instagram is absolutely stunning! Private hot tubs, lakefront suites, and world-class spa treatments!" She scrolled through photos on her phone to show me. "Dominic is really generous!"

I could only nod mechanically, clutching my phone tightly, checking periodically for messages from Dominic. But the screen remained dark.

Through the rearview mirror, I noticed Raymond occasionally giving me concerned glances, and the silent communication between him and Sofia, as if they knew something I didn't. This made me even more uneasy.

During the journey, exhaustion finally overcame me. I leaned against the window and drifted into a strange dream—Dominic transformed into a massive gray wolf, standing on a distant mountaintop, howling at the moon, his voice filled with pain and loneliness. I wanted to run to him, but my legs felt heavy as lead, unable to move.

"Rebecca, we're here."

Sofia's voice pulled me from my dream. I opened my eyes to see we had arrived at a spectacular resort. Elegant wooden buildings were scattered among pine trees, with a blue lake and mountain range in the distance.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, momentarily forgetting my heartache.

Raymond parked in front of the main building, and staff immediately came forward to take our luggage. He escorted us through the check-in process, then personally accompanied us to our respective suites.

My suite was located in the resort's exclusive area—a standalone wooden cabin with a private terrace, hot tub, and smart home system. From the terrace, I could overlook the entire lake and distant mountains, the view truly breathtaking.

Sofia followed me inside, ecstatic as she examined every detail. "These sheets are Egyptian cotton! The bathroom products are imported from France! Dominic is so generous! This is definitely super-VIP treatment!"

I nodded with a forced smile, but inwardly I saw this as an elaborate dismissal. Was he trying to soften the blow of a breakup with luxury? Or was this just his spoiled way of compensating for emotional absence with material things?

"Rebecca?" Sofia's voice brought me back to reality. "Are you listening?"

"Sorry, I'm just... a bit tired."

Sofia looked at me with concern. "Are you sure that's all? You've been distracted since we got in the car."

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the magnificent mountain view, feeling like I was imprisoned in a golden cage.

"Rebecca," Sofia gently placed her hand on my shoulder, "tell me what happened."

I turned to face her concerned eyes, and suddenly all my defenses crumbled. Tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I think he's tired of me, Sofia," I choked out, "Dominic... he suddenly became so cold, and then sent me here..."

Sofia immediately pulled me into an embrace, gently patting my back. "Shh... it's okay. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding?"

I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. "You didn't see the look in his eyes... he wouldn't even look at me."

Sofia held me as I cried, eventually guiding me to the plush sofa where I curled up, emotionally drained. She suggested I rest, promising to check on me later. I spent the afternoon in a haze, alternating between fitful naps and staring out at the mountains, my phone clutched in my hand though it remained silent. The magnificent view that should have been breathtaking only reminded me of how alone I felt.

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As twilight settled over the mountains, casting long purple shadows across the lake, there was a gentle knock at my door.

Sofia arrived at my suite with a bottle of wine and elegant snacks.

"Girls' night in!" she announced, waving the bottle. "We need to talk."

We sat on the terrace facing the lake and mountains under a starry sky. Sofia poured red wine for us both and handed me a glass.

"So, tell me exactly what happened," she asked directly. "From the beginning."

I took a deep breath and recounted everything from the past few days—from Dylan's attack to the confrontation at the lake, to Dominic's sudden coldness after I mentioned the "contract."

"But don't you actually have a contract?" Sofia asked, confused.

"Yes, but... somehow mentioning it seemed to anger him," I explained. "It's like he wanted me to forget this is all just a transaction."

I noticed the certain understanding between Sofia and Raymond earlier, which reminded me of something.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be something between you and Raymond," I commented, changing the subject. "You should be careful with werewolf relationships. They're more complicated than you think."

Sofia blushed slightly but quickly became serious again. "Don't change the subject. What exactly happened? Did you and Dominic fight?"

Faced with her persistence, I finally broke down. All the emotions—fear, anxiety, heartbreak, despair—came pouring out.

"I've fallen in love with him..." I sobbed, admitting it aloud for the first time. "But I'm just a human... a contract... He blames me for not telling him about my problems, but I didn't want to burden him. Looking at it now, we're clearly not right for each other."

I explained the Alpha's social status and responsibilities, mentioning that even if Dominic had driven away Elizabeth Collins, there would be another Elizabeth—a more suitable female werewolf.

"My pain is more intense than when William betrayed me..." I trembled as I spoke. "I can't breathe... it's like my soul is being torn apart..."

Sofia listened quietly, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding. When I finally finished, she gently squeezed my hand.

"What are you going to do?" she asked softly.

I wiped away my tears and looked up at the stars, making my decision. "I'll work until I've paid off my father's medical debts, then leave the Silver Moon Shadow Pack forever."